have a look at something I have had the extream honour of being involved with

Jesus vrs the terminator

If you didnt start you dont have to finish it.. Alpha n Omega If God started it HE will finish it.

easy to say, hard to live! how big is my faith? does God need my help?

yea

if you love me, go here!

i will sing, sing a new song

rock this one old school

this one is a little less pollished but is so so so so good!

THIS WOULD BE A STINKIN AWESOME SONG !! OR ALBUM!!!!!

the things people say about me!

Nathan Weselake's blog entry this week


Sharing a room with Peter Ralph (Volume III)

"Good night Peter."

"Good night."

And with that the lights in room 306 at the Days Inn Moose Jaw are turned off and two tuckered out pastors quickly fall asleep.

At 2am one of those pastors is jarred awake by a sound he cannot describe but invites you to make by trying your best to sound like a crow clearing phlegm out of its throat at top volume. Got it? Now inhale and try to make the same sound. There it is...

The sound is emitting in equal parts from the cavernous mouth and cute button nose of Peter Ralph. Sadly, I have been here before.

I lean towards his bed and yell "Peter...PETer...PETER!!!!" and turn the bedside lamp on.

Peter wakes up and is instantly apologetic. He assures me he is not only sorry but, "Sooooo Sorry!"

He looks exactly like his son. In a display of body language congruent with his verbal apology, he rolls over and with the precision of a civil engineer adjusts his sheets and pillows to best align his nasal passageways for optimum airflow and minimal snoring. After 10 seconds of thrashing he deems the configuration perfect and flops back to sleep.

And the nose (or "noise") starts up again - loud as ever. And plus now I am mildly scarred from watching Peter thrash around on his bed while not wearing a whole lot...

I reach for my ipod and find the most mellow music I can - bluegrass hymns.

But the snoring is too loud so I have to keep edging up the volume on the old bluegrass hymns. I am finding that even the most mellow banjo music, when enjoyed at ear splitting decibels is not all that conducive to sleep. One album cycles through. Second album begins...and finally I fall asleep!

Then I wake up again. I am pretty exited I actually fell asleep and tomorrow may not be a total waste. However, I am disappointed to note my ipod is still blaring and I have slept for all of 3 songs.

In the queen size bed to my left, Peter is still sawing logs with the vigor of a auditioning lumberjack.

I try the old combination of ipod and pillows surrounding my head. Although this worked last time it is a trade off...I can't hear the snoring as much, but it is hard to breath. It doesn't work this time. Last time was at the end of 4 tiring days and my fatigue was stronger than Peter's snoring. It doesn't work this time.

I begin to brainstorm creative solutions. I could:

Bang on other staff doors and beg to be admitted to their rooms

(problem: I don't actually remember what room Jake and Ray are in. Pleading outside the wrong door might not go over so well.)

Go get another room for myself.

(problem: this feels like defeat and probably not the best use of PAC's leadership training budget)

THE BATHROOM! I can go in there and sleep on the floor and close the door. It is brilliant as only ideas can be at 3:39am.

I grab every pillow I can from both beds and assemble all 5 of them on the undoubtedly sterile bathroom floor in room 306 at the Moose Jaw Days Inn. I haul my sheets and quilt from the bed and place them on the pillows. It looks alright - except I can't shut the door without putting a foot on either side of the toilet and that just seems kind of gross. So I hunker down on the floor with my torso and legs in the bathroom and my neck lying across the door jam, head out in the hall.

With the bathroom door having to be open, I am no better off. Like starting the night sleeping in a ditch by O'Hare airport and then moving into a tent to lessen the nose of the 747's.

Lying on the floor, sort of mad at Peter who is blissfully droning on and on, I get the breakthrough idea. This bathroom has a fan and I recall it being on the loud side!

I flip it on.

It is loud. Loud enough that I can barely hear Peter...

And finally, I fall asleep.

Then I have a dream. It was not a happy dream, for in this dream a gitch clad Peter Ralph stumbled his way to the bathroom in room 306 at the Days Inn Moose Jaw for an early morning whiz and did not for a second imagine he might find me sleeping on the floor....

*sigh*

For the record, next time I may possibly have to share a room with Peter is October 7, 2009 on the way to Catalyst.